Lyrics:
on me like a tempur-pedic
Money money my voice of reason I don't partake less the price is right
And all my hoes be bad and boujee in assorted colors like
are you ready?
Yo, yeah, yo, yo
Yo, yeah
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you
around our feet
Over those we meet
Covering all the gray that we see
Rainbow colors of assorted hues
Come exchange your blues
For His love that you
Uh, yeah, uh
Been standin' in line since Thursday
I heard a rumor they might be droppin' them early
Should have 'em just in time for your
brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter
Garage, assorted colors
Yeah Crayola box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over
Gummies for the kid got me sour patch ripped
Time to let it burn I'm an hour past lit
Yes you all prey, I devour that shit
Breaking up thorns putting
historically a captain (Argh)
Pack my wagon full of ornaments a swordfish and some cabbage
I'm relaxing while I'm foraging for Dora and Aladdin (Yippie)
Pick my
historically a captain (argh)
Pack my wagon full of ornaments a swordfish and some cabbage
I'm relaxing while I'm foragin' for Dora and Aladdin (yippie)
Pick my
I ain't get from Simon
New kid on the block but hold it down like defensive lineman
Quarterback for soldiers at war bringing that Torah back
Setting
that I overcame failure, paths progressed
From the projects to deals closing projects
Standout with no handouts
And women of assorted colors fanned out
lottery
Sold your soul for a place in the spotlight
But the darkness always dims the sunlight
Brightest colors shined on the surface
Sacrificed yourself
We can hang out, like a kickback
Broke the AC, bring the wrist back
Group of snow bunnies, they the crack pack
Go against me, it's a mismatch
Run it
that shit to Bill
Mostly because I never of
(Kid they tryin' to herb ya)
I ain't doin' time for no fuckin' murder
Mad brothers done died on the street
I
but active stoners. Fuck the police league, with a Viagra boner
All sides with the action and pack in, goners. Can't slip no slackin', living back
man
Shakin people down, shinin the lights in our eyes
Treatin all of us like criminals, cause of where we live
And right in front of our kids
And I don't hate people by
Race color or creed to put it simple
I'm just hatin' every motherfuckin'
Thing that breathes and I'm so raw
I make everything
curry kid
Face painted up like the warriors is
Change the color of my belt like the warrior did
No longer familiar what a worry is
We break records from
Year before '83, I be the kid who found ET
Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make (?)
Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some (?)
Just
when your black, everybody on ya back
It's true, it's a fact
That when your black, everybody tryna take yo stack
Now watch out for the rat pack
From
Yeah I like different color faces United Nations
You know we all got a past
I like different color faces (love it all)
Imagine every single woman
Hit it from the back
That shit we smoking same same color as stacks
Blunt number five and
We finish the pack
Toasted the mosted flash floating We
Man
Call me whatever, I hustle and I rap a little
You see the color stones chain look
Like a pack of Skittles i give 'em anthrax
Every bar is that
Wish Lex could See Me Now
Put cap on the pack run up these racks This trap the best in town
Smoking counting colors Pink and blues
That's laced with
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
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